“What happened!”
Professor McGonagall and Snape rushed over at the same time.
Looking at the pile of small snakes on the ground, Professor McGonagall directly looked at Zhang Dong, Ron, and Neville in front of her.
She asked in an incredulous tone, "This... did the three of you do this?"
It's over, seeing Professor McGonagall's tone, Zhang Dong and the others knew that they were going to lose points.
Understanding this, Ron stood up and said with a sense of righteousness, "No, Professor! It was all my fault! It has nothing to do with Neville and Zhang Dong!"
Looking at Ron's appearance, Professor McGonagall looked at him speechless: "Mr. Weasley, you're so funny."
Ron...
Well, that was too stupid. He didn't look like he could take on ten people.
“Alright, tell me your reasons. What made you fight instead of watching the match? Isn't Harry your good friend?”
"It's Malfoy! He insulted us!" Ron immediately pointed at Malfoy and started to blame him.
"You started it!" Malfoy wasn't a fool either. If he took the blame, wouldn't the beating be in vain?
Hearing Malfoy's words, Snape immediately looked angrily at the three of them. He had a belly full of anger today. He wouldn't feel good until he deducted some points from Gryffindor.
"Very well, Gryffindor loses fifteen points!"
"That's unfair!" Ron immediately questioned.
Zhang Dong also nodded and said, "That's right, Professor Snape. Leaving aside the fact that we hit them, weren't they completely wrong? If they hadn't insulted Gryffindor! Why would we have beaten them so badly?"
Hey!
Snape was even more angry. They were his students who got beaten, and they still dared to deny it?
McGonagall wasn't made of mud either. Especially today, she was in a good mood, and even looked at Zhang Dong and the others causing trouble with favor. Besides, they, Gryffindor, had won, so there was no problem.
"Professor Snape, this isn't appropriate."
"What's not appropriate? Professor McGonagall."
Snape questioned McGonagall, but before McGonagall could speak, Zhang Dong said softly from the side, "Professor McGonagall, they fought back too. Look at Ron and Neville, their injuries haven't healed yet. I think this can't be considered one-sided bullying, but a mutual brawl. Therefore, if the three of us are going to lose points, they should lose points too."
I hit you, but did you fight back? Fighting back means a mutual brawl! Even if you argue with it in court, it's still a mutual brawl!
McGonagall immediately nodded. Zhang Dong's defense hit her heart. She was used to Gryffindor causing trouble. Gryffindor that didn't cause trouble wasn't qualified. But it was rare to have Gryffindor that could make amends after causing trouble:
"That's right. Since the Slytherin students fought back too, then they should also lose five points each. So... Slytherin loses fifty points."
"What! Fifty points!" Malfoy was dumbfounded. Clearly, we were the ones who suffered, why did we lose more points than them? It's unfair!
This time, Snape had nothing to say. What could he say? Why did you ten people lose to three? Shameful! It's really shameful!
Zhang Dong left with Ron and Neville. As he left, he winked at Malfoy, which almost caused Malfoy to grab his wand and send two more heads.
Fortunately, Goyle and Crabbe quickly pulled him back.
It wasn't that they were disloyal, but they couldn't help it. They really couldn't beat them.
Zhang Dong returned to the Gryffindor stands. The little lions already knew that Zhang Dong had deducted fifteen points from them. However, they didn't care. Instead, they were happy.
After all, for the little lions, using fifteen points to exchange for Slytherin losing fifty points, although they lost eight hundred, they wounded the enemy by a thousand. This was a big profit.
Moreover, they now obviously had more important things to do, that is, celebrate Gryffindor's triumphant return!
Many senior witches and wizards took out their wands, pointed them upwards, and streams of magical light flew into the sky, exceptionally bright.
Some powerful witches and wizards even made the magic appear in the air in the form of words like "Gryffindor forever! Harry Potter forever!".
Finally, amidst the cheers and applause, the first Quidditch match of this year officially ended. As for the second match, it was Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff.
"I promised to cheer for Zhang Qiu. I'll go and watch it later. By the way, I'll give her the Firebolt too. After all, the situation is different from the original. Who knows if Ravenclaw can still win after the Chaser is replaced with Zhang Qiu?"
Thinking about it, Zhang Dong quietly left and went to Zhang Qiu, who was in Ravenclaw.
Lawn, Ravenclaw team
In the sky, one figure after another flew through the sky, Zhang Dong was in no hurry. He sat on a seat by the side and took out a copy of "Wandering With Werewolves" to read.
After all, he was a man who could configure werewolf poison. If he didn't understand anything about werewolves, and if someone asked him how he configured werewolf poison, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
As for why he chose "Wandering With Werewolves", he had no choice. The other books were all academic books, and there was no fun in reading them.
Novels were still more enjoyable. Although Zhang Dong despised Lockhart, he couldn't help it. Dumbledore was going to let him be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year, and he even made this book into a textbook. Then Zhang Dong could only consider it a preview.
He didn't know how long he had been reading when he felt someone patting his shoulder.
"Zhang Dong, what are you doing here? Did you come to cheer for me?"
Zhang Dong turned around and saw Zhang Qiu looking at him happily.
Seeing that Zhang Qiu had finished training, Zhang Dong put the book away and then took out the Christmas present that had already been packaged.
Zhang Dong had been using Transfiguration to shrink the gift and carry it on him. It had to be said that Transfiguration was really convenient. Shrink the things, stuff them in your pocket and you can take them with you, it felt like a dimensional pocket from Doraemon.
Zhang Qiu obviously didn't realize Zhang Dong's magical skills. Her attention was completely attracted by the packaged present in front of her.
"What is this?"
"Christmas present, I specially prepared it for you. Do you want to see if it's suitable?"
"Christmas present? You prepared one for me too!" Zhang Qiu looked at Zhang Dong happily.
Hearing Zhang Qiu's words, Zhang Dong also looked at her curiously, listening to the meaning behind her words.
She... prepared a present for him too?